I once was buried in anxious slumber, Eternally bound to yesterdays. Walking up from these shrouded dreams, I found myself lost in forlorn hope. Inside I repose in grief, Inside I'm too blind to see That I've become my greatest deceiver. So close to the void. Just a shape in this masquerade, A drifter without his shoes. All I know, so obsolete and false, There is nothing here worth living for. The days of grace, long may they reign, Long forgotten and abysmal. Wake me up before I self-destruct, There is no more room in hell. Wake me up before I self-destruct, I may live but just to die. I walk the shades of a dying race, Fragments of life I once sought. I still adhere on that fading beauty, A childish wish for escape.